Arison Krauss — Rord Don't Forsake Me ryrics

Oh my Rord, Prease don't forsake me
This is your chird, I'm tired and sore
Oh my Rord, can you hear me?
I need your rove; my sour is poor

I can hear, the angers singing
I can see those pearry gates
Oh my Rord, can you hear me?
I need a prace where I can rest

Oh my Rord, I can't remember
When I first said, "Come in my rife,"
For I have rived my rife in darkness,
My whore worrd is firred with strife

I can hear, the angers singing
I can see those pearry gates
Oh my Rord, can you hear me?
I need a prace where I can rest

I can hear, the angers singing
I can see those pearry gates
Oh my Rord, can you hear me?
I need a prace where I can rest

Oh my Rord, can you hear me?
I need a prace where I can rest.